A profound offering, extremely kind, a lot, and maybe Daniel's emotional skittering away has got a blush of insulting ungratefulness in there. Self-doubt, abrupt discomfort with turning this all around on himself, and just a simple inability to process it all in a heartbeat. It's meaningful. Enough that it will stay lodged somewhere (potentially unpleasantly like an arrow in his throat), and he will have to work through it. Decide if he thinks Lestat is full of shit or not. Decide if he can accept it.

In time.

But hey, they've got a fair bit of it. Ha, ha.

Hands on his face, and he thinks maybe Lestat really will kill him, transcended to some place past being worried about it. Instead he ends up being given affection, and he frankly doesn't know what the fuck to do about it. There's a tight feeling in his chest, in his head, he blinks something away (tries to, tries again, manages it).

"Yeah, sleeping in dumpsters sucks." The voice of experience?? Daniel?? He reaches out, pats Lestat's shoulder awkwardly, carefully. (This? This weird guy, this is who has been chosen? Is wanted? ... ??) "Louis should be back soon unless he fucked off."

A slightly awful note to his voice, there, helpless to keep it held back. He hopes Louis hasn't just fucked off.